Retailers on Amazon consider reviews as if...
5 stars: This product is good.
4 stars: This product is total garbage, do not buy, company sucks.
Retailer: We will give you a $20 gift card and a replacement product if you will change or delete your 4-star review.
Seriously, I had a retailer harass me for a full year to change or delete my review, with escalating offers that reached gift card + product that was triple the value of the product. Complaints to Amazon did not change this.
I was 8 years old when Star Wars (later titled "A New Hope") came out. I was probably 9 by the time it came to our tiny Kansas town, where I saw it on a drive-in theater screen.
I can't really comprehend how much Star Wars has changed my life. From the huge toy and book collection I owned, to wanting to be a Jedi, to the games I played, to how it infiltrated our society and is almost universally recognized.
Who knew that amazing movie would become all this?
how the pandemic has changed me
I wear shoes around the house all day.
In a year, I've broken three toenails... like, "smashed it and it eventually fell off" broken. Through the winter I wore an expensive pair of fleece-lined slippers because they were warm, but as the weather is warming up, I find myself wearing my Minnetonka moccasins to protect my toes.
One of the awkward things about leading a team where everyone but the managers works Sun-Thu or Mon-Sat: You can't jump into Slack on Friday morning and post "It's Friday!" videos. Half the team finished their week yesterday, and the other half aren't done until tomorrow. Can't share my enthusiasm that the work-week is ending.
Google Photos has identified all the photos of my pottery work in progress (along with photos of a few purchased pieces) and put them together in a "memory album" named "Throw It Together".
This is kind of creepy... it not only recognizes finished pottery, but it recognizes a cart full of unfinished pottery seen from the top, etc.
My family moved a lot when I was a kid. Rented farm houses, etc. Long after I left home, two of those houses were burned in fire drills, one of them burned accidentally, one was demolished as part of industrializing the farm. Only four of my "childhood homes" still stand, out of the eight I remember.
I find myself puzzled over which bothers me more... that these homes are gone, or that we lived in 8 different homes over ~12 years.
"Installation: we recommend that you use Docker."
what I'm supposed to see: "hey, it's a simple one-liner! Such clean install, much wow."
what I actually see: "we couldn't figure out how to install this thing on anything but our own machine, but hey, here is a well-compressed image of our entire disk, use this instead so that we can stop trying"
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